Breaking away

Ever since I ran that race in October, my shin has been a bit achy off and on. I decided to start cycling to keep my cardio work up and to lessen the stress on my shin. My regular bike is pretty old and not in great shape. It has only one gear, but it's not one of those hipster bikes. I scoured Craigslist for a couple of weeks looking for a better bike. Just in time for Mother's Day, we found this pristine (read: probably never ridden) blue-green beauty!

It's super tiny and the wheels are different sizes, which I found out is great for short ladies. It's a breeze to ride, nimble and reactive. Most importantly, it has gears! Hills, I will waste you with my '80s bike.

Rolling through Citrus Heights last night, I remembered last year when Ira made a passionate critique on a (then) new-ish installed public art sculpture: “that’s not even art!” He was 3. I’m just going to go ahead and set this kid up with his own blog.

Pet rock

This is a rock in a jar. You can see that. What you can't see is Ira's imaginary fish. But doesn't it all seem totally depressing? My kid keeps a rock in a jar full of water as a pet!

He's been asking for a pet fish on and off for the last few months. I told him that pet fish were not for four year olds (we use that one a lot). The truth is that he could probably do well with a fish in his room, but I don't have the energy to take care of one more living small thing.

Fair warning

Ira: "Mom, me and dad are rough and tough guys and you have to watch out for us."

Kid, I already do! There was more to this post, but I forgot what I was going to write. The fleeting inspiration gave way to the Words With Friends game I've got going with CHR. I just totally had a bingo but couldn't place it! So frustrating.